15 February, 2014
Saturday
7.30 p.m
Dear Diary
Today I had a very amusing day. As I was travelling on the train, I happened to meet John A Pescud, an old acquaintance of mine. He works in a plate glass company. He was reading a novel and told me that he hated such stories where a poor person falls in love with a rich American girl. Later when he told me about his love story, he seemed to me be a hypocrite because he too had fallen in love with a rich girl. It took him a long time to make her accept his proposal but now he was happily married.
O Henry